Dust and mud wetlands.

Sorge was already awake, and the alien power that invaded his body had been basically completely expelled by him, and only the last trace of strength on the wound on his broken arm was difficult to expel away, which made it difficult for his wound to stop bleeding and heal.

At this moment, he was half-lying and half-sitting in the shade of a large tree, surrounded by orc guards, and a slender old orc was carefully treating his wounds, this is the witch doctor of the clan, skilled in witchcraft and herbal medicine.

"Your Majesty, your wound is full of xenomorphic energy, if you rely on yourself to expel it, it will take a lot of energy, the best way is to remove the flesh of this wound." The witch doctor built yì road.

The Orc King nodded, "Well, you can do it." ”

The musculature on the wound was already necrotic, and it was difficult for his strength to extend over, so it was better to cut it off than to keep it.

The witch doctor took out a sharp bone knife, soaked it in the boiling black liquid on the side for a while, took it out, and began to remove the bad flesh from the wound.

Of course, it was very painful, and Sorg immediately gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead burst out, and his intact hands held the battle axe tightly, and beads of sweat the size of beans continued to flow.

It took a long time for the witch doctor to clean the dead muscles, then smear them with black herbs, wrap them in clean grass leaves, and finally tie them tightly with animal skin ropes, and then he put his hands on the leaves and began to mutter.

A faint red light appeared in his hand, seeping into the leaves little by little, and the orc king's tense face suddenly eased a lot.

After a long time, the old witch doctor withdrew his hand. He was already tired: "Your Majesty, your wound is basically fine." After three days, the herbs can be removed. But if you want to regain as much power as possible, you have to eat it. ”

The witch doctor pulled out an arm. The skin of this arm was carved with a bone knife with a mysterious pattern, and there was blood light flowing on the line, which looked very strange.

This is exactly the severed arm of the Orc King.

The orc king nodded, took his arm, and bit down, he tore at the flesh and chewed on the broken bones. There was a creaking sound, and blood foamed down the corners of his mouth. The sight is breathtaking.

Such a thick arm was eaten clean by the orc king within ten minutes, and there was no bone residue left.

The witch doctor was satisfied: "Alright. Your Majesty, you have a good night's rest. Tomorrow morning, the light of the god of war will re-envelop your body. ”

Sorg nodded silently, his gloomy expression showed a hint of relief, he did not rest immediately, but leaned against the tree, his intact arm gently caressing his battle axe, his eyes deep.

"Lord Rollin......" His mind came to mind the opponent in the previous battle, the dark green delicate battle armor. Near-flawless combat skills, invincible courage, is simply the embodiment of a perfect warrior: "I didn't expect it. I will be defeated at your hands. ”

With a faint sigh, Sorge felt sleepiness well, his stomach was hot, and a budding stream of heat appeared, and he knew that it was the witch doctor's witchcraft that worked, so he closed his eyes and rested.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning. Sorg woke up, and he felt like he was full of energy. The strength consumed in yesterday's battle has basically recovered, but he still broke an arm after all, and even if he recovers well, his combat power can only reach ninety percent of the past.

However, ninety percent is enough. Sorg stood up and asked aloud, "What about Hardem?" ”

A small orc immediately ran forward, he was a scout of the orc team: "Your Majesty, I'm here." ”

"How's Vendôme doing?"

"The gates of Vendôme are closed, and smoke billowed from last night, and the Terran defenders seem to have burned all the corpses."

"What a waste!" Sorge snorted coldly: "Do you see that green dragon?" ”

He also knew about yesterday's situation, but he was concentrating on expelling the sword qi that had entered his body at that time, and he couldn't make a sound. From the roars of his warriors, he knew that the green dragon was very powerful, but strangely, he did not feel the breath of the green dragon.

It's weird, and Sorg thinks about it, and eventually puts it down to the fact that his opponent is too strong. Come to think of it, the power of a giant dragon with a wingspan of more than 100 meters is absolutely terrifying, and it may even be close to a demigod.

But...... Hmph, no matter how strong it is? Even if the real demigod comes, he will have to retreat in the face of his army. He will never make the same mistake as before.

Unexpectedly, Hadham's face showed a solemn expression: "Your Majesty, I also saw the figure of the dragon man on the other party's city wall, there are a lot of them, at least five thousand." ”

"What?! Dragonman! Rao is Sorge was very calm, and he also gasped.

Dragonmen, a type of wurm, possess the strength of a dragon, a humanoid appearance, and the strength is usually very large, not inferior to ordinary berserkers, among which the strongest one is even stronger than his savage berserkers.

If the number is small, forget it, now there are five thousand, this is a legion, how terrible the dragon legion is, Sorg knows very well, as the king of the orcs, he is not ignorant of the news of this upper plane, especially the most powerful intelligent race dragon, and has a special understanding.

If such an army were to defend Vendôme, he would have suffered heavy losses even if he could eventually capture Vendôme. But if he didn't capture the city, his army would run out of food, and if he didn't have anything to eat, it would be empty.

For a moment, Sorge found himself in a dilemma.

"Damn! Let's find out! Sorg felt a sullen feeling in his heart, and when the scout was gone, he swung his tomahawk and slashed the trees around him at the waist.

The surrounding orc guards knew that their king was in a bad mood, and they all lowered their heads and did not dare to say anything.

Half a day passed, and Scout Hardham came back again to report, and the result of the report was that the number of dragonmen had increased instead of decreasing, and had reached 10,000.

This time, all the orcs were inhaling cool air, and most of the orcs didn't know how powerful the dragonmen were, but the speed of this increase in troops was really a bit terrifying. There are 5,000 more in half a day, so by tomorrow, won't it be 20,000 directly?

Sorg was stunned for a moment. Finally, he sighed in despair: "Pass my order, abandon Vendôme, and march north!" Loot Terran villages all the way to White Cloud City! ”

If it was only five thousand, he would have fought hard to take Vendôme with heavy losses, but now it is ten thousand, and there is a terrible green dragon guarding it. And with the benefit of the city walls, then his army will not necessarily be the opponent of the other side.

A long sigh. He eventually chose to abandon the city. Fortunately, the Dark Cultist had given him a map of the Starlight Continent, and he was very familiar with the distribution of kingdoms and cities in this world, which made it easy for him to find an alternative target.

The orcs were in awe of their mighty king, since the king said so. Then none of the orcs had any objections, and the army immediately marched north.

Most of the day had passed, and by evening the army had come out of the mud swamp and camped in a wasteland.

At this time, they were running out of food, so they had to save food, and the orcs couldn't stand the hunger. Grass roots are cut everywhere, hares and rats are caught to eat, and there are even fights over a mouthful of food. The whole wasteland was a mess.

Seeing that Sorge was upset, he sent orders to kill a thousand loyal wolves for food, which calmed the riot a little.

Now, he only wished that he could come across a human village. so that his warriors may have a good meal, the delicacy of the Terrans. He misses it very much, especially those children and women, who have fine skin and tender flesh, and don't even have long hair on their bodies. Well, the young man also tastes good, and the meat is very firm and chewy.

Thinking so, Sorg fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden commotion among the orc soldiers, which interrupted Sorg's reverie, and he shouted in displeasure, "What is the matter?" ”

More than a dozen warriors walked up, and in the middle of them was a Terran woman in a black dress, this woman had snow-white skin, a beautiful face (according to Terran standards), and the texture of the dress on her body also looked very good, of course, Sorg didn't care about this, if this woman had no power, he might have eaten her as food on the spot, but now, the rich dark magic flowing in the other party's body told him, this is the messenger of the demon god Ulosis.

"Tell me, what news did Ulosis bring? And, what about Disentas? Sorg's voice was cold, he didn't have a good idea of everything about Ulosis now, these guys were low-eyed and spoke very well, but they couldn't really do anything, and he was in such an embarrassing situation.

It was none other than Liv, the lady of the lord of Vendôme, who looked at Sorge and looked at his severed arm, with a contemptuous sneer on her face.

Sorge was annoyed and angry, and lifted the tomahawk: "If you have something to say, say it!" Otherwise my tomahawk wouldn't mind tasting the blood of the dark cultists! ”

"I'm laughing at you for being stupid, orc. Are you going to escape? Were you just scared away by the visions on the walls? Hahahaha, it's ridiculous. ”

"What do you say? Illusion! Sorge's eyes widened.

"So what do you think it is? Do you think there really is a Green Dragon Legion that will come to your aid, vulgar orcs? Liv laughed out loud again, her laugh sharp and her face hideous, which greatly ruined her beauty.

The orc king gritted his teeth, he figured it out at once, no wonder he couldn't feel the information of the legendary powerhouse, no wonder the other party could have more than five thousand dragon warriors in half a day, it turned out that this was all an illusion, but he hated him but believed it was true, and obediently ran to this wasteland to kill wolves for food.

Shameful! Hateful! Killable!

In an instant, Solger's killing intent was awe-inspiring, and he roared loudly: "The whole army obeys the order, the target is Vendôme!" ”

"Your Majesty, what should you do with this woman?" An orc jumped out and asked, his eyes as he looked at the Terran woman were full of greed, not *, but a desire for delicious food.

Solge's heart was boiling with murderous intent, and he waved his hand: "Pull it down, slaughter it and eat it!" ”

"What!" Liv was furious: "I have come at the will of my master, Sorg, are you not afraid that my master will sin you?" ”

"That old bastard of Ulosis hasn't been seen by me yet. Don't be ignorant, the gods can't come directly to this main material plane. And, in my eyes, there is only the god of war! What is Ulosius? The orc king glanced at the Terran woman with disdain, and added: "I hate traitors the most in my life, and you traitors dare to laugh at me, it's just self-defeating!" ”

After speaking, he waved his hand to the orc guard: "Pull it down and slaughter it, and bring me the most tender meat to eat!" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Several strong orcs rushed up and grabbed Liv's arm.

Liv is not an ordinary woman in the end, she is powerful, although she has injuries on her body, she is still not to be underestimated, and she struggles violently to break free from the control of the orcs. Then she turned and ran, as fast as a phantom.

"Ridiculous!" Solg sneered and kicked the rocks on the ground, which flew out with a roar and hit Liv in the back, knocking her to the ground, and the orcs immediately swarmed up.

There was a sharp scolding sound, which was immediately stopped, and then there was a scream, and after a while, an orc came up with a bloody piece of meat in his hand, holding it in both hands: "Your Majesty, the most tender rib meat, fat and juicy, dedicated to you." ”

"Hmm." Sorg took it and took a bite, and the delicious flesh and blood relieved his depression a little. (To be continued)